- 6 years ago
- Wedding: January 2012
My brother was adopted from Colombia (yes, the country in South America, not one of the many Columbias in the US) when he was four months old. He was surrendered to the orphanage at birth. From what we knew, his birth mom gave him up because his bio-dad was unavailable (either maimed or killed in one of the many conflicts going on there), and she couldn’t take care of him on her own.
He has always known he was adopted. Really, there’s no way we could have hidden it from him. The rest of the family is blonde and pale and has light eyes, but he’s got the darker hispanic complexion. When he was little, our family was very involved with a group of other families who had adopted from the same orphanage, and so he got to go to events with other Colombian kids and learn about his heritage fairly often. It was a really supportive group. Unfortunately, that ended when we moved across the country when he was about eight years old.
He is now 22, and he’s only in the past couple years started showing some real interest in where he came from. When he visited our parents a couple months ago, he spent some time looking through his old papers, and he found the name of his birth mom and the village she’s from. He then spent some time on Facebook, and lo and behold, he’s found a woman by the same name from the same town.
After spending a few weeks trying to work up the courage to contact her, he finally sent her a message. He doesn’t really speak Spanish, and she speaks no English, so the language barrier made things difficult, too. She said that she was indeed the person he was looking for, and he was able to confirm it when she gave him the last four digits of her social security number.
So… my brother has now found his birth mom. He’s over the moon, of course. I’ve been lucky enough to be privy to the messages he’s been sending her, since a friend of mine is translating them for him and I’ve been the middle man. Last night, he got his first lengthy email from her, and he sent it to me because he couldn’t understand it. Ladies, that message was so beautiful. His birth mom is so excited to have found him. She said she’s thought about him every single day of his entire life, and he’s always been in her prayers. She keeps saying how thankful she is that he’s found her.
On top of that, she’s telling him all about her family… She says my brother has two younger half-brothers, a boatload of cousins, an uncle, and a grandma, and they all want to know all about him. She says that if he ever visits Colombia, he will of course always be welcome at their home, and he will be able to meet everyone.
I’ve had a lot of adopted friends during my life, and several of them have attempted to find their birth families. My brother is the only one who’s been successful. And not only has he found them, but they’re welcoming him into their lives, too. It’s all sorts of incredible and awesome and amazing. I’m just so very happy for him. He’s finally going to have all his questions answered.
I’ve seen lots of threads here about adoption and some of the related issues, so I just wanted to put my brother’s story out there. If any of you are now looking for your own birth families, I wish you luck, and I hope that when you find them, they’re as open and welcoming and wonderful as my brother’s. I think this is probably the happiest ending to his adoption story that my brother could have ever possibly hoped for.